Get Ya Game Up

Lyrics

[Intro: B.G. Talking]
 Whats hapnin mayne (whats hapnin)
 Say, I got my game up
 You know what I'm sayin so
 I need ya'll to get ya'll game up
 You know what I'm sayin
 If you ridin 20s I want you to go on do 24s
 You know what I'm sayin
 If you got a pinky ring on one pinky
 You know what I'm sayin
 Go head slap a pinky on the other pinky
 You know what I'm sayin
 If you got 5 karats in your watch
 Go on head on and put 10 karats in there, mayne
 Help me to get ya game up
 Get ya game up
 Ya heard me
 [Verse 1: B.G.]
 If you know me than you know I'm a beast
 If you know me than you know I don't be lyin when I tell ya I gotta cheat
 If you know me than you know I'm a G
 If you don't want your ol lady to get fucked don't bring her around me
 Man, I'm hotter than you ever will be
 Dawg I'm realer, just cooler, so smoother than you ever could be
 I always put the hood in my rap
 Cause I ride through the trap, no strap, hoe face in my lap
 I'm a man I be holdin my own
 Disrespect me if you want and I could promise you a whole in ya dome
 I'm off the block when they play for keeps
 And I was taught don't ride wit a nigga who ain't solid wit me
 You got somethin to say then say it to me
 Don't talk behind my back, be a man homie brang it to me
 Don't trip cause Gizzle done came up
 Please, stop hatin, start paper chasin and get ya game up
 [Chorus: B.G]
 Get ya game up
 Nigga get ya game up
 If it cost less than 10 then put that chain up
 Get ya game up
 Nigga get ya game up
 If it cost less than 10 then put ya chain up
 Get ya weight up
 Nigga get ya weight up
 You see me comin, you stuntin man pick ya face up
 Get ya weight up
 Nigga get ya weight up
 You see me comin, you stuntin man pick ya face up
 [Verse 2: B.G.]
 Look, I went from broke to rich
 Rich to back do'
 Broke then back to gettin 20 thousand a show
 I went from weed to dope
 Dope to speed ballin'
 Cleaned myself for me I'm a fuckin moneyholic
 Hoes just love how I carry myself
 I look in the mirror sometimes and wanna marry myself
 I be lookin when a nine got this swag to myself
 Most of it came from my daddy, a lil' Slim left
 I'm a fool from the UPT
 When I ask Hot Girls, What it do
 They say do it to me
 I'm official anywhere on the globe
 I could travel around the world in 30 days with 30 different hoes
 Man, I'm back and I'm outta control
 Man, I'm floodin the bank until they see they can't hold no mo'
 Don't trip cause Gizzle done came up
 Please, stop hatin, start paper chasin and get ya game up
 [Chorus]
 [Verse 3: B.G.]
 I ain't a mobbster, but Gizzle is made
 I'm a tell ya, real niggas respect the game
 Bustas feel played
 Real niggas can go in hood
 Cause real niggas do what they want, bustas do what they could
 On the real, I'm like the law of the streets
 I could pull up, hop out, and leave my keys in the car on the streets
 Nigga know what come behind fuckin wit me
 Mo' murder, mo' kill, mo' headbussin' fuckin wit me
 So I advise you to stay on your level
 Niggas stay in your place
 Be smart just stay out the way
 Dawg, just stay in your league
 Cause its alot of lions, tigers, and bears
 Runnin through these trees
 And believe, I'm the king of the jungle
 I'm the coach of the team
 I can't mess wit the scope and a beam
 Don't trip cause Gizzle done came up
 Please, stop hatin', start paper chasin' and get ya game up
 [Chorus]

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Duration
04:02
Key
1
Tempo
79 BPM

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